"Where are those four men now?" Racey asked, quietly, looking at
Marie.
"They were in the Starlight when I left town—and they weren't drinkin'."
"No, they wouldn't be."
"And the sheriff and Kansas went to Dogville this morning, and the marshal is sick. I thought you ought to know. My Gawd, I thought you'd hear the news from somebody else before I got here and go bustin' in regardless, and—"
"I guess I'll go in all right," he told her with a slight smile, "but it won't be regardless."
With that he turned on a spurred heel and crossed springily to where his horse stood.
"Aw, the devil!" exclaimed Marie, looking helplessly at Tom Loudon and
Mr. Saltoun. "And he'll do it, too."
Then she "kissed" to her horse and rode into the cottonwood grove for a drink at the spring.
Racey, sticking foot in stirrup, found Molly Dale at his elbow. She was looking at him the way women do when they either don't understand or think they understand only too well.
"Who is that woman?" asked Molly Dale.